Souvenir of Modern Minstrelsy: A Collection of Original and Select Poetry by Living WritersGroombridge & Company, 1860 - 262 páginas |
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... Poor Little Willie The Broken Idol - PHILLIPSON , CAROLINE GIFFARD . Invocation - - The Meeting of Winter and Spring * What am I now to Thee ? - Eulalie Musings - I am thinking of the pleasant days The Unwelcome One · On the Return of ...
... Poor Little Willie The Broken Idol - PHILLIPSON , CAROLINE GIFFARD . Invocation - - The Meeting of Winter and Spring * What am I now to Thee ? - Eulalie Musings - I am thinking of the pleasant days The Unwelcome One · On the Return of ...
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... poor withered love . Pass on , fair form , good angels guard your way ; His heart is worthy of the trust reposed ; Your intermingled lives flow from to - day- Like two bright rivers in one channel closed . And I will gaze upon you like ...
... poor withered love . Pass on , fair form , good angels guard your way ; His heart is worthy of the trust reposed ; Your intermingled lives flow from to - day- Like two bright rivers in one channel closed . And I will gaze upon you like ...
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... Poor relic of the precious days gone by— A few words writ by you , more dear than gold . I deem you little less than angel - born , Although you led me on to love in vain ; For , where you could not love , you did not scorn You were too ...
... Poor relic of the precious days gone by— A few words writ by you , more dear than gold . I deem you little less than angel - born , Although you led me on to love in vain ; For , where you could not love , you did not scorn You were too ...
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... poor love ; for River , River , what am I ? THE CITY . REST on in subdued silence , thou great City , ' Neath that dumb mist , like the unsculptured stone O'er the forgotten , where nor love nor pity Has writ memorial word ; and I alone ...
... poor love ; for River , River , what am I ? THE CITY . REST on in subdued silence , thou great City , ' Neath that dumb mist , like the unsculptured stone O'er the forgotten , where nor love nor pity Has writ memorial word ; and I alone ...
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... poor hamlet sacred to our grief : Pass'd is the soul , which was of nobler worth , Like fire from glowworm , tint from wither'd leaf , Perfume from fallen flower , or daylight from the earth . Star , faded from our sky elsewhere to ...
... poor hamlet sacred to our grief : Pass'd is the soul , which was of nobler worth , Like fire from glowworm , tint from wither'd leaf , Perfume from fallen flower , or daylight from the earth . Star , faded from our sky elsewhere to ...
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angels art thou beauty bird blessed breast breath breeze bright brow cheer cloth cloud cold Coloured Plates comest crown dark dear death deep ditto doth dream E'en earth evermore eyes face faded fair fairy ring Farewell Fcap flowers gaze genius gentle GEORGE MCEWEN Gerald Massey glory golden grave grief GROOMBRIDGE AND SONS happy hath heart heaven Heigho hill holy hope Illustrated JOHN BARLEYCORN land leaves life's light lone Love's LYME REGIS memory merry Mother mournful ne'er neath never night o'er passed Poems prayer price 18 price 4d PUBLISHED BY GROOMBRIDGE RICHARD DAWES Rose round shadows shine shore sing smile soft song sorrow soul spirit Spring star summer sweet tears thee thine THOMAS CRAMPTON thou art thought trees Vignette voice wander wave weary weep Whilst whisper wild wind wings words young
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Página 1 - And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Página 2 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Página 84 - Look aloft!" and be firm, and be fearless of heart. If the friend who embraced In prosperity's glow, With a smile for each joy, and a tear for each woe, Should betray thee when sorrows like clouds are arrayed, "Look aloft!
Página 2 - Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. * And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 4 - When the dawn looked gray o'er the misty way, And the early air blew coldly; "Tick, tick," it said — "quick out of bed, For five I've given warning; You'll never have health, you'll never get wealth, Unless you're up soon in the morning.
Página 62 - And dropt i' the grave — God's lap — our wee White Rose of all the world. Our Rose was but in blossom, Our life was but in spring, When down the solemn midnight We heard the spirits sing, " "Another bud of infancy With holy dews impearled ! " And in their hands they bore our wee White Rose of all thj world.
Página 4 - A friendly voice was that old, old clock, As it stood in the corner smiling, And blessed the time with a merry chime, The wintry hours beguiling ; But a cross old voice was that tiresome clock, As it called at daybreak boldly, When the dawn looked gray o'er the misty way, And the early air blew coldly ; "Tick, tick...
Página 7 - Truer than e'er pomp arrayed! He who seeks the mind's improvement Aids the world, in aiding mind! Every great commanding movement Serves not one, but all mankind.
Página 55 - tis like a tale of olden Time, long, long ago ; When the world was in its golden Prime, and Love was lord below ! Every vein of earth was dancing With the Spring's new wine ! 'Twas the pleasant time of flowers, When I met you, love of mine. Ah ! some spirit sure was straying Out of heaven that day, When I met you, Sweet, a-Maying, In that merry, merry May. Little heart ! it shyly open'd Its red leaves' love-lore, Like a rose that must be ripen 'd To the dainty, dainty core.
Página 6 - WHAT is noble? to inherit Wealth, estate, and proud degree? There must be some other merit, Higher yet than these for me. Something greater far must enter Into life's majestic span; Fitted to create and centre True nobility in man!